I am lopsided
I always have been
But I've never felt it so sharply
As I have since you left
Now I feel like I am tipping
Barely balanced on one foot
Waiting for a brisk wind
To blow me over
You aren't here
And I don't have anything
To keep my equilibrium
So I tip, tip, tip
Things falling off
As I desperately try
To keep them all balanced
And I tip, tip, tip
And wonder
What will finally knock me over
And I know
I won't get back up
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
I am lopsided
I always have been
But I've never felt it so sharply
As I have since you left
Now I feel like I am tipping
Barely balanced on one foot
Waiting for a brisk wind
To blow me over
You aren't here
And I don't have anything
To keep my equilibrium
So I tip, tip, tip
Things falling off
As I desperately try
To keep them all balanced
And I tip, tip, tip
And wonder
What will finally knock me over
And I know
I won't get back up
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